" ... when the world is mud-luscious ... when the world is puddle-wonderful..." E.E. Cummings, American poet There are still patches of dirt-speckled snow on the ground here and there. There will probably be a fresh layer or two to come. But, winter's grip is broken in this part of Appalachia. It's true. Birds are whoop-de-doing… Continue reading Appalachian spring
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Moving at the speed of life
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference." Robert Frost, American poet No clear path. Where to go? Where to go? There is a trail near our home just isolated enough that Miles dog can run free, but in view of enough homes… Continue reading Moving at the speed of life
Liking my neighbor
“You've made this day a special day, by just your being you. There's no person in the whole world like you, and I like you just the way you are.” Fred Rogers, creator of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, an American television show Dumb cane. Pretty house plant or the roots of community? There's a widower a… Continue reading Liking my neighbor
Has Christmas left you wanting, well, something? Wait for the sequel!
In the early hours of Dec. 24, I took a walk with the dog, stopping twice before returning home. Once, it was to commiserate with a neighbor whose Christmas had mostly been COVIDed away. The second time, it was to stand and listen to another neighbor -- one which I have never met -- scream… Continue reading Has Christmas left you wanting, well, something? Wait for the sequel!
At home with winter
I have pretty boots, but these are the ones that get the job done. I will keep them until they disintegrate. Come winter, a war-weary towel lines a spot in the dining room that lies close enough to the front door to be practical but keeps the snowy boots that gather there out of sight.… Continue reading At home with winter
